January 2011
13 posts
He sipped his Bud Lime and glanced at her.
She looked like she might want to go with him to the Harry Potter exhibit downtown.
In the end, he never got the nerve to ask for her Hotmail address.
Dad (to mom): I think it's time after this for B-E-D.
Daughter: L-O-K-Y-zero!
Dad: What's that spell?
Daughter: NO!
What is the antidote to the slow rage from...
Ah yes, ‘getting a life.’
Maxf
The crowd squeezed into the elevator. I got wedged between the wall and a very large man with headphones, thick glasses and a lanyard hanging from where a neck would be on a normal human. At the end of the lanyard was his company ID, showing his username: Maxf.
Maxf’s belly pressed onto my side as the door closed. It was crowded, but I wasn’t sure Maxf needed to be as close as he was. He ...
J: Want to hear a story, Daddy?
D: Sure.
J: One sunny night, there-
D: Uh, hold-
J: ITS FICTION, DADDY.
Dawn
My son finishes a bite of ceral, puts his spoon down and slaps himself.
Why’d you do that? I ask.
I’m trying to wake up from this dream. I’m asleep, he says. I can’t wake up.
You mean, right now, breakfast, this is you dreaming? I pour milk in my Wheaties.
Yeah, this isn’t my house, he says, picking up his spoon and looking at it. My house is bigger and we have...
“We’re shaken out of our routines. We’re forced to look inward. We...”
– President Barack Obama, January 12, 2011.
Picture
The school of them are huddled at the street corner in the morning, the sky is dark blue and it’s hard to breathe in the cold. They look ahead, waiting for the light to change.
The sound comes rolling through the city, they think at first some sort of siren, some type of machine, but then they know this sound that pulses up the street and bounces off the building walls around them.
Whale...